"Do you want to get out of here?"
Those were the last words I heard from Icen before his mouth was on mine, his kiss burning away any trace of hesitation I might've had. It was reckless, dangerous, and addictive. Alam kong hindi dapat... hindi tama. Pero hindi rin sapat ang kaalaman na iyon upang mapigilan ko pa ang mga susunod na pangyayari.
I could barely remember getting inside the hotel. Somehow, we stumbled through the lobby, desperately trying to keep our hands off each other, failing miserably. Every time I told myself to stop, his hands would roam my body, and my brain would short-circuit again. Tila pa hindi niya ako hinahayaang magising sa kung anumang panaginip itong kinabibilangan ko.
By the time we reached the door to his suite, the tension was unbearable, like we were both drugged, high on each other. The second the door clicked shut behind us, he had me pinned against it.
His hands roamed my body with raw urgency, slipping under the hem of my dress as if he couldn't bear the thought of fabric between us. I moaned into his mouth, and he responded by pressing his body harder against mine. Gutom na gutom si Icen. Uhaw na uhaw. His hands were everywhere—possessive and deliberate—while his lips never left mine, hungry and demanding.
He tugged at the neckline of my dress, almost, but not quite, tearing it. It was like he needed to get to my skin, to feel me against him.
"Icen—" I gasped, but the words were cut off when his hand slid up, and with a smooth, expert motion, he pulled the dress down just enough to free my breasts.
The cool air kissed my exposed skin for only a second before his mouth claimed me. His tongue circled one nipple, hot and wet, sending a jolt of pleasure straight through my core. I threw my head back against the door, moaning louder than I should've, but I couldn't help it. He was so good. Every flick of his tongue, every soft suction of his lips felt like it was lighting a fuse inside me, firing every nerve, every cell.
"Oh my God," I breathed, my hands tangling in his hair as I tried to steady myself, though standing felt impossible with the way he was making me feel.
"You taste so good," he murmured against my skin, his voice thick and low, the sound vibrating through me. He sucked harder, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak just enough to make my knees buckle.
"Fuck—" I whimpered, arching against him, my body begging for more.
He grinned against my breast, clearly enjoying the way I was unraveling beneath his touch. "You like that?" he whispered, his breath hot on my skin. He didn't wait for an answer. His hand slid lower, fingers trailing down my stomach, teasing the edge of my panties.
I could barely think, could barely breathe.
"Icen..." My voice was shaky, but there was no trace of hesitation in it—only need.
He kissed a trail up my chest, his mouth brushing against my neck as he whispered, "Tell me we're doing this."
I didn't even have to think.
"Yes," I cried out of desperation.
He smiled, that wicked, knowing grin.
"Good." Then his mouth was on mine again, and I was lost to him all over again.
I gasped against his mouth, trying to make sense of what was happening, but my thoughts scattered the moment his hand dipped lower, sliding past the waistband of my panties. For one second, just one, I tried to convince myself that this couldn't be real—that Icen was gay, that this was all some strange, twisted moment.
